Adam@Home by Rob Harrell for May 01, 2024

that’s a superpower I’m willing to buy

And I’m sure his sentences don’t make a lick of sense!

It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents—except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.

Probably better for him, his brain won’t be distracted by other things.

Don’t try to read it. It’ll put you to sleep.

I’ve done sleep working before where I’ve gone to bed with a problem and woken up with the solution. I tried to claim overtime but my boss wasn’t buying it.

I wonder what his writing will look like.

Want to bet it’s porn?

Aha…the secret to his non success as writer typing while asleep!

Woman making a salad. That’s a warm, fuzzy thing, except I’d rather Italian dressing.

Laura, you stole our comment about it being his best stuff.

Maybe his muse is taking over.

An unkind joke